User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20121024212110

The Juska patrol, under Redfang, has successfully navigated to the southern branch of the river Moss. Resting on the bank, Redfang yawns before looking across at Barkad and Gaflug, the two prisoners, who happen to be bound and gagged. "Hmm, what shudd I do wid yer, me liddle maties?" the stoat asks, mostly to himself. "String y' up by yer paws o'er an open fire? Let yer sink int' that underwater quicksand yew tried to slay us with? Well?" A few furtive, muffled grunts are his reply from the captives, who are now clearly frightened. Looking wildly about, a desperate Barkad lets out a strangled cry through his gag. Redfang grins. "I'll take that as a no...well, no matter, `cos I'm still gonna git rid o' yew tew, unless yer gives me some infermashun. Special infermation..."